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lcnelylcves·:

If it wasn’t for Clark’s experience of college and Halloween going wrong, he probably would have gotten a kick out of going in and catching all the scares before they could actually jump out at him. His powers did come in handy sometimes, and for a Kansas boy that everyone thought was polite above all else, he did enjoy playing tricks on people sometimes. “Nothing wrong with deciding it’s not for you. The feast is pretty impressive just on it’s own.” His head ducked when she turned to assess his Halloween costume, well aware it was a cheat, but when she said it worked, he laughed a little. “Thanks. Really, only had to add the hat and the fake gun, and this is pretty much what I wear everyday to work. I didn’t have time to get something more complicated.”

Bev’s smile widened at Clark’s understanding of her feelings. “Don’t get me wrong, Halloween is great. And, if being scared shitless is your thing, go for it. Who am I to judge? But, I think it’s best for everyone if I stay away.” She chuckled, crossing her arms comfortably over her chest. “Oh, the feast!” Bev exclaimed, shaking her head at herself. “Would you judge me if I said I’d completely forgotten? I take it you’ve already had a go at it, otherwise I’d ask if you’re interested in joining me.” Another once-over brought her to furrow her brows, cocking her head. “What do you do for work? I work at the tailor’s shop in town myself. It’s nice enough, don’t get me wrong, but...Really, I prefer making garments from scratch. Designing. I keep thinking that maybe one day, I’ll have the chance to have my own shop. Funny, I know but...” She shrugged, eyes scanning the crowd before turning back to Clark once more. “Anyway, if you’re interested in something more elaborate, you’re free to let me know your ideas. I’m sure I could whip something up for you.”

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fidclium·:

Mira held a smile on her face as she looked at all of the booths, feeling a bit more at ease around them than she was when she walked past the haunted house. The blonde walked closer to one of the booths, wanting to get a closer look at the items to see if anything was interesting enough for her to buy one. “Hello.” Her voice was soft, as she turned her smile onto the woman behind the booth. “They all look pretty neat, do they all have their own stories to go along with them? I mean, they look like they would.” The second youngest Fjord rambled, while pushing a stray blonde piece of hair behind her ear. “A haunted object?”

Melinda nodded eagerly, shifting a few of the items on the table to allow the other a better look. “I’m glad you think so. Generally, it takes a special kind of person to be interested in things like these, but something about you tells me you might be just right for at least one of them.” Her smile was sweet, soft to match the girl’s tone. “They do each have stories, reasons they’re considered haunted, though it isn’t tough to figure out what exactly classifies an item as such.” Leaning forward, she pressed the heels of her hands to the table’s surface. “Is there anything here that catches your eye? I’d be happy to share its backstory with you, and help determine if it might be a good fit.”

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virtuousouls·:

sae-byeok was only at the event because it could be easy pick pocketing. lots to distract people. however the issue was if people had anything valuable on them to steal. because everyone was wearing costumes. but she couldn’t pass the opportunity up. her eyes were drawn to the stall of items, weighing up whether any of them were worth something. but that’s when the woman caught her and engaged in conversation. “haunted? what do you mean?” sae-byeok said, confused at how serious the woman was about this.

As the other approached, Melinda stood from the small stool she’d been sitting on. A smile came to her face as her eyes fell upon the items, though they moved quickly back to the customer’s face, expertly ignoring the multitude of other faces hovering around the stall, all checking up on their previously possessed items. “Well, I mean just what I say.” She replied, chuckling lightly. “Each of them were once owned by someone who...We’ll just say is having some trouble letting go.” Her lips tightened into a smile, head nodding as her eyebrows raised. “Each item has a story, one that tells of why they were so important to their owners. So I guess, in some way, you’re getting two for the price of one. Though, I suppose whether or not that’s a true deal depends upon whether or not you appreciate the extra and permanent house guest.”

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featherskies·:

Aphrodite loved Halloween. She glardly partook in any sort of activity or stall or what have you. Not to mention that it gave her the ability to dress however she would like. As she wandered around the stalls, trying to find her husband, she couldn’t help but stop and continue to share conversations and browse the stalls that lined the sidewalks. “Hello there…” Aphrodite mused staring down at the table, careful not to touch anything. “Haunted?” She repeated, raising a single eyebrow. “Well, it takes more than something being haunted to scare me. Tell me more about them.”

Melinda beamed at the woman in front of her, glancing between the items and her customer. “Well, for starters, I’m certainly glad to hear that. I get the sense that few around here do scare easily, though there are some who I’m sure do. That said, I do prefer to be upfront. It’s a good thing to keep in mind, at least.” She chuckled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Oh, there’s a lot of history here to unpack. Take this guy, for example.” Melinda said, pointing at a small yet ornate clock near the front of the table. “Its secondary owner contacted me after possessing the clock for only a short time. It belonged to his mother, who, in her old age had become obsessed with her clocks. He said that upon her passing, her entire home was filled with them, nearly ceiling to floor.” Her eyebrows raised as she continued. “Anyway, long story short through a series of events, this particular clock became her favorite. Apparently, she carried it with her everywhere, refusing to even leave her home without it. He said that upon her passing, he kept this clock as a keepsake, due to her attachment to it. He told me that after only a few short days following her passing, strange things began to happen. The clock moved around his home as if being carried. Was wound up and sounded its alarm at random times, though every night at the time of his mother’s crossing. I can tell you first hand, and with sincere honesty, that its original owner is, in fact, still very much attached to this object. In fact...” Her voice trailed as she leaned forward, closing the distance between them. “She’s sitting right over there, as we speak.” Her head jerked to their right, eyes darting to what appeared to be empty space before she righted herself again. “She’s not opposed to it having a new owner, though she is very picky about who that new owner might or will be.”

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"ask me if i give a crap." - Frankie @ anyone

"Aha!" Two bit laughed, tossing his head back with abandon. His curls bounced on his head as he moved, righting himself to look directly at the other. "Golly gee, I can see somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning! Shit, man, don't rip my head off. It's a pretty good head, if you ask me, as far as I'm concerned." Winking, he slid his hands into his pockets, rocking on his heels. "But, since you gave such nice direction...Do you give a crap?"

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-“You’re running after something that you’ll never kill.” Karli & Anyone

“Kill?” Parker repeated, eyes widening behind their silver-framed glasses. “No, no, you misunderstand. I’m not trying to kill it, I want to study it. Big difference. Big, big difference.” Righting themself, they glanced dejectedly at the ground around them, shoulders slumping. “I think it got away, anyway. I probably wouldn’t have caught it either way. It was a great specimen though, really. I would’ve loved to study its behaviors.”

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“It ain’t the money and it sure as hell ain’t just for the fame.” from clarisse la rue

Cory's eyebrows furrowed and the corner of her upper lip raised, a look landing somewhere between disgust and confusion overtaking her features. "What the hell is it for, then? If not for either of those. Shit, if that's the case, I've been doing it wrong my entire life."

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“ you don’t need a reason to save people. ” (Barry Allen for anyone)

Shrugging, Mark's eyes dropped, studying a suddenly interesting feature of his left shoe. "I guess not." He muttered, his voice sullen as his own thoughts swirled within his mind. "But...I don't mean to be bitter when I say this- or, maybe I do- but...I guess if that's the case, there was no reason for anyone to save my family. Or my friends. Or anyone else I've lost along the way."

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“  i  don’t  have  to  prove  anything  to  you.  ” (daryl to anyone)

"Woah, I never said you did, tough guy." Frannie answered with a laugh, taking hold of the man's bleeding arm. "You don't have to explain, nor prove, a thing to me. But, if you don't mind, I'd like to get you patched up before this gets any worse." Making her way to the cabinet in the corner of the room, she began to pull supplies from the shelves. "I may not have introduced myself when I came in, but I'm Frannie Goldsmith, I'll be your nurse for the evening."

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“Don’t stop if I fall, and don’t look back.” (Gil to anyone)

"Sorry bud, but lines like that don't work with me." Beverly said, rubbing her palms together in anticipation. "This might be a race, but I won't ever leave anyone behind. We'll cross the finish line together, alright?" Glancing at Gil, she offered a bright smile before crouching into position.

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"What'd you call me?" dina to anyone

"W-what?" Melinda asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she glanced at the space around her. "I didn't say anything, I don't think. If I did, though, it was a mistake so...My apologies?" She gave a small chuckle and an apologetic smile. "Is everything alright?"

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inxthexhallofxfame·:

Gil stood longer in bed.  This bed feels so soft.  He’s never felt a bed this good before. And a house that’s so clean so perfect !  When Gil found Melinda he was sure she would call the cops on him and he’d be sent back to the Isle or whatever this place has but no !  She fed him and from there…he stood.  She even kisses his head and calls him sunshine !  He is a sunshine !  Gil wonders if his mother was like Melinda…probably because this feeling feels nice and fuzzy.

The smell of food breaks his long snuggle and he wiggled out of the bed.  “I’m not sunshine I’m Gil”  He laughed a bit.  He still doesn’t understand nicknames like but that it’s okay because he is in fact a ray of sunshine and means well.  Even with all the muscles.  “Juice please !  Do you have the apple one ?”  Gil bent his head down so she can kiss his forehead then sat cross legged at the table.  He likes forehead kisses now.  He never had one before and if he did, he doesn’t remember.  Gaston never liked physical affirmations of affection.  

“I did sleep good.”  He nods.  “I love that bed, made me warm”  

At Gil’s retort, Melinda rolled her eyes playfully, patting her son on the shoulder. “You’re funny, Gil. Has anyone ever told you that? You just...Make me smile so much. We can stick with Gil if you’d like, but I’ll tell you a secret- I’ll always think of you as Sunshine.” At his request, Melina turned towards the ice box, pulling the door open and bending to retrieve the pitcher of apple juice. “I do, of course. I know how much you like that one.” Carrying the pitcher over, she bent to pick up the empty glass from in front of where Gil was sitting, filling it nearly to the top before placing them both onto the table. She nodded at his response. “I’m glad to hear that. I worry about you. It has been getting a bit chilly at night, I think, though I’m hearing talk that it’s supposed to warm up soon. You’ll let me know if you need an extra blanket, won’t you?” Pulling out the chair next to his, Melinda sat down in front of her empty plate. “Dig in, we don’t want it getting cold! What are your plans for the day, Gil? I was thinking, if you’re going to be free later this afternoon, we could head into town, maybe have lunch? I’d like to look at a few new outfits for you, and of course if you want a Halloween costume this year, we can always look at what they have available in the shops. What do you think?”

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for: open ( @thebridgestarters​ ) location: Halloween Vendor Stalls

Melinda stood behind her booth, a grin spanning from ear-to-ear plastered on her face. She glanced excitedly down at the items she’d brought to sell, thrilled with how well they went with the season’s theme. Each item had a story attached, one that brought out the spookiest of stories given that they’d each, at some point, been directly connected to paranormal happenings. The items ranged from a doll to a book to an ornate jewelry box and everything in between. “Hi there!” She beamed as someone approached. “Welcome! You’re more than welcome to have a look at everything, and I’m willing to negotiate on price if you’re truly interested in an item. All of these...Well, they’re pretty special. Tell me, how do you feel about owning a haunted object?”

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starter: closed for @inxthexhallofxfame​ location: the gordon home

Always an early riser, Melinda bustled around the kitchen as she worked to complete breakfast, knowing Gil would soon be up and moving around the kitchen himself. On the table she had already placed a stack of pancakes, a plate of turkey bacon, and a plate of toast. Currently she found herself standing in front of her stove, moving a hearty helping of scrambled eggs across the skillet with her spatula. Hearing movement behind her, she smiled, turning to face Gil as he made his way into the kitchen. “Well good morning, sunshine.” She said with a laugh, glancing back at the stove to ensure the eggs weren’t sticking. “I’d ask if you’re hungry, but we both know that’s a question I already know the answer to. Do you want juice, or coffee?” She asked, pulling the pan from the burner as she carried it over to the table. “Did you sleep well?” 

Stepping towards Gil, she leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead, standing on her tip-toes to account for their height difference. Things had been such a whirlwind since she’d adopted him, having found him in a situation which she didn’t believe could have gotten much worse, though she hadn’t been willing to risk finding out. As she gazed at him now, a smile spread across her face, and she couldn’t help but to think about how lucky she was. When her husband had passed, Melinda had been left feeling as though perhaps there wasn’t much else left for her in the world, going about her days in the heaviest of fogs, believing that she’d already experienced the best days of her life with Jim. Then, like a miracle for them both, Gil had been placed directly in her path, and she’d been given a second chance at life, at happiness, and to have a home filled with love. 

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rxsehathaway·:

Rose smiled turned into a frown, she didn’t think before speak -and sometimes that caused a few problems for her. Like now, that she’s supposed to explain how she can see a few ghosts, including her one of her best friends. She knew that the woman before her wasn’t a dhampir and probably never met a Moroi -on that is spirit user. “Hum… how long? I don’t know, four years, I guess. Since I was fifteen, if I’m not wrong” she tried to remember the first time she saw a ghost, but until Mason she didn’t know that she had that ability. 

“Well, I didn’t notice ‘till I was seventeen, almost eighteen, and my very dead best friend was trying to talk to me, so…” she tried to smile, but talking about ghost with some other girl wasn’t that pleasant.  “How about you… I mean, for how long and how did it happen to you?” she was very curious, because if that woman was another shadow kissed, she could gain a few answers. “But about your costume, it’s awesome, really.”

Melinda nodded as the girl spoke, eyes kind and understanding. “Wow, I know that must’ve been a lot at that age. I mean, it’s a lot for anyone at any age, I believe. But, to discover you have the gift during what’s already one of the most chaotic times in a person’s life...” Her voice trailed off as she shook her head, offering a small yet tight-lipped smile to the other. “And what a shock that must have been. I seems you’re dealing with it fairly well now, though. How old are you, if I can ask?” Melinda’s expression was one of sympathy, it was clear she understood and could at least feel for the other, even if their stories were quite different from one another. At the end of the day, the gift was the gift, given for a purpose but a blessing and a curse nonetheless. Melinda herself had realized that fact early on, in ways she wouldn’t have wished on anyone else. “Me? Oh, it has been lifelong. I don’t remember a time when I haven’t been able to communicate with spirits. It’s a gift both my mother and grandmother possessed, though my mother rejected it pretty heavily. She never wanted any part of it. I don’t see things in that way, though.” Glancing down at herself, she laughed sweetly at the compliment. “Oh, no, really, I was just being facetious honey. I’m not really in costume, I just had a few moments to spare and thought I’d come over to check things out. You look great, though! Where did you get your costume? Or, did you make it?”

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katerinapctrxva·:

“Well, if you think that way… I mean, between being scared about some silly horror story than a guy two seconds from killing me, yes -it’s better.” Katerina bit her lower lips, still unsure about the story telling, but she hated to let people down. “Hum… okay, but if I get scared, I’ll sleep on your bed.”

“I knew you’d see it my way!” Cory laughed, tipping her head back to allow her hair to cascade down her back. The breeze blowing and swirling around them brought just the right temperature to set the mood for a spooky night out. “Besides, it isn’t just the psychos you’ve got to worry about out here. I don’t know about you, but I’d much rather see a slasher with a knife running towards me than a bill collector.” She snorted, shaking her head at herself. Nodding her agreement, she stuck out her free hand for a shake. “It’s a deal. You’ll get no argument from me on that. Sleeping alone is for the birds anyway.” Cory shrugged. “Have you considered going through the haunted house at all? I keep hearing whispers that there are real ghosts in there! Can you believe it?”

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lcnelylcves·:

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Usually, Regulus tried to stay away from anywhere that might be popular with those from Hogwarts, and this feast absolutely would be of interest to anyone from the wizarding world. He knew how much students had adored Professor McGonagall, of course they’d attend. But he figured with a mask on, it wasn’t too risky. He could just hide in the shadows, remember what it was like when Hogwarts wasn’t too complicated. Dressed simply in a dark green cloak with a black mask, he doubted anyone would be able to see his face as he took a seat at one of the tables. “I haven’t seen a feast like this since… I graduated.”

“You graduated from here?” Frannie asked, eyebrows shooting up as she turned to address they mysterious individual next to her. “Wow, what a wild ride that must have been. This place is gorgeous! And, this feast?” Bringing her fingertips to her lips, she produced a ‘chef’s kiss’ gesture before devolving into a quick fit of laughter. “Anyway, it’s a nice thing for them to host something like this. Halloweeen is supposed to be a fun holiday, I think. And, it’s one of the few that really draws the whole community together, you know?” Looking around, Fran took in a deep breath and sighed. “Though, I suppose not everyone would agree that’s such a great thing.” Shrugging, she extended her right hand to the masked man. “I’m Frannie, by the way. Frannie Goldsmith. I’m not sure if we’ve met before, I can’t tell exactly who you are under there. So, at the risk of being rude, I’ll introduce myself.” Her smile was dazzling, her eyes glistening as she made her introduction. “So, do I get to know who you are? Or, are you going to leave a lady guessing?”